Benjamin Jansen

A World Of My Own - Poem by Benjamin Jansen

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Quietly I sit in a world of my own, Watching, Thinking, Feeling, Ever so tall are the trees, Ever so soft is the moss, Ever changing is the river, So long have these mountains stood, Forever they will remain, From night to day, From winter to summer, From a seed to a tree, Ever changing is me.